Room 504, Wednesday Evening

[flowering_mind]

Zack was a dead man.

… Maybe.

When she got back to herself anyway. (Maybe.)

How dare he leave her trapped in their room? Ino was Most Displeased. As such, that clearly meant that he didn’t really need to know where she was since he wasn’t returning the favour at all. HmphHe’d never think to look where she’d wriggled into! Ino felt sure of that

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[puppy_fair]

And when Zack got back from... you know, doing Zacky things, like getting something to eat for the both of them, he did kind of manage a bit of a confused frown as he looked around the room.

"Ino?"

He was sorry that he'd taken so long! He really had no idea what little piggies could and couldn't eat!

[flowering_mind]

He was back! He was back!

Was he worried yet? She scooted a little further back into the boot and pretended she'd heard nothing!

Nothing!

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Zack frowned thoughtfully, putting the bag of food, mostly salad, that he'd gotten down on the desk before getting down on his hands and knees.

"Man, Ino. Are you under the bed, or...?"

Apparently, little piggies were better at hiding than he had ever given them credit for. He was kind of worried.

[flowering_mind]

Mwahahaha. She was not under the bed! Or behind the plants.

Or in her knapsack either.

But all of her anticipation was making that poor boot wriggle just slightly.

[puppy_fair]

And, well, Zack couldn't stare under the bed conglomeration forever. Which meant that he caught that wriggling boot as he turned around, scratching at the back of his head.

Ah-ha!

"Where oh where could Ino be?" Because that was totally the most convincing question ever while he was trying to casually make his way to the boots, right? "She must be around here somewhere, I'm sure!"

[flowering_mind]

The boot stopped wriggling.

Ino had, evidently, heard him.

And was going to attempt to make herself smaller as she scrinched herself up and tried to hide entirely in the back of his boot.

[puppy_fair]

Had Ino ever been in a boot elevator? Because it was going up!

"Ino couldn't be in here, could she?"

Well, of course she was!

[flowering_mind]

She glowered up at him with indignation in her eyes. Tucking herself further into that boot.

He could put her down. So she could continue ignoring him.

[puppy_fair]

... Well, he could. But then he'd have an Ino in his boot, and nobody to help him eat dinner, and wouldn't that be sad?

"I guess I'm going to have to eat allll on my own," he said, going for mock-woe, now.

Don't make him give puppy-eyes to his boot, Ino. He'll do it.

[flowering_mind]

... food?

She was hungry, it had to be admitted.

That'd be Ino's wee nose and her eyes peeking out at him. Dubiously. He could be lying.

[puppy_fair]

Zack smiled at her, and then pointed the boot (and, by extension, Ino) toward the bag of foodthings that was sitting on the desk.

"Supper," he explained. "Mostly salad, but there's some chicken in there too, if you're up for it."

Obviously he wasn't. But he didn't want to feed Ino pork chops, and wasn't entirely certain if boars were carnivores or herbivores, so...

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He was a clever Zack, she allowed, wriggling far enough out that she could get a look. Well, a sniff.

Okay, that did smell like food. She'd like some food, please?

[puppy_fair]

See? Zack totally knew his way around indignant Inos. He held the boot over by the desk, smiling lopsidedly as he tilted it over so that she could get out.

"You're going to smell like foot for a month, you know."

Really, Ino. SOLDIER feet were not something that you wanted to be so thoroughly associated with, were they?

[flowering_mind]

On the bright side, they'd been his spares. Less stinky than his usual ones.

But yes, showering was going to be lovely.

In the meantime, Ino was going to sliiide out of the boot and look at him. Then peer over the edge. This wasn't the floor.

[puppy_fair]

Well, no. But Zack didn't really want to feed his girlfriend off of the floor. That kind of seemed unsanitary or something!

"So," he said, plowing onward by pulling out the various foodstuffs in the bag, "what would you like, first? Salad? Chicken? If I'm completely off-base, you'll have to let me know."

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Really, in this form she would eat carrion. Ino was quite happy to use her nose to go and sniff at the container with the chicken in it!

Look, she'd found it! Food!